A real corker of a Home Counties neighbourhood pub to finish our weekend in Windsor.
Hard to describe the Trooper, whose beer range is rather wider than Adnams but I cut out the other beers to fit in the Bass mirror. A bit like a less beery Cambridge Blue or (Stockport) Magnet, perhaps.
The front bar was completely packed so we retreated to the back room, where Mrs RM sampled the Citra and Hung Drawn & Portered while I admired the breweriana, a word I always spell wrong.
The back room was a microcosm of Berkshire life. Lads on lager, a couple sharing a bottle of wine, and ladies fresh back from Ascot celebrating their losses, and a birthday, with a sea of Prosecco.
They were very LOUD. Press PLAY now.
But we’d had enough. And despite there being a third new GBG tick a mere 15 minutes west, we’d had enough.
I wish I’d done it now, but I know my limits.